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2 YeaRs LateR…

Dil mat chota karo beta, iss saal nehi hua hain toh kya, agle saal phir se tum koshish karna. I believe in you Daya… tum zaroor kar paoge. A gentleman patted Daya's arm lovingly who stood down head with a pale face. Fresh tears threatening to roll down from his cheeks…. But he forcefully was trying to hold them in his small eye cage.

The gentleman shook him lightly…. Daya!

Might be he can understand Daya's mental status. So got up from his seat and pulled his dear son in a side embrace…. Mera bachha toh fighter hain, nehi? He softly initiated.

Daya did not react.

Achha aisa kya ho gaya mere Daya ko joh aaj usne apna Raghubendra sir se bhi share nehi karega?

Aab mera kya hoga sir? Daya asked in soggy tone.

Raghubendra sir separated him. Kiun? Automatically his eyebrows rose.

Mera toh aab college bhi khatam ho gaya sir. Aab main idhar…. He shivered…. Aab toh main aur idhar rahe nehi paunga. Aab main kahan jaunga sir?

Raghubendra sir smiled affectionately on his innocence…. Haan yeh toh baat hain. Matlab mere bachhe ka yeh dukh nehi ke usne iss saal select nehi ho paya…. Dar raha hain iss liye aab kahan jayega soch ke!

Daya embarrassed too much. Ne… nehi sir… he still was looking downwards.

Raghubendra sir: phir?

Agar agle saal bhi main select na ho paun toh? Sir, mera sapna…. Daya sounded very helpless.

In reply Raghubendra sir gave him a tough look. Itne saalon se jis bachhe ko main apne inhi hathon se bada karte aaya hoon Daya… mera wo beta lachar nehi hain. Yeh baat apne dimag me achhe se bitha lo pahele. Aur ek baat, tum apna kabiliyat jaan hi nehi paye ho aab tak. Tum apne weakness ke liye disqualified nehi hue ho beta. Tum selection process me hissa le hi nehi paye, isi liye aaj tum idhar khara ho mere samne. Samjhe? Zaroori nehi agle saal bhi tumhe selection se pahele Malaria ho jaye aur tum itna weak ho jao ke sahi se khara bhi na ho paon. Ayinda se kabhi apne aap ko underestimate nehi karna Daya.

Daya was staring at his sir with lots of hopes.

His sir understood his unuttered question. Main trusty se already baat kar chuka hoon. Tum mehnat karoge aur idhar hi rahoge. Tumhe koi nehi nikalega ihan se.

Achha Daya, college ke waqt tum joh ek tuition karte the, uska kya hua? He asked.

Wo… woh log sir dusre jagah shift ho gaye aur aab unka bachha school ka hi kisi teacher se tuition leta hain… Daya muttered.

Hmmm… Raghubendra sir thought something. Thik hain. Tum ek kaam karo, tumhe drawing achha aata hain. Tum senior bhi ho. Tum humare home ke bachho ko aab se drawing shikhaoge. Sath sath class 10 aur 12th class ke bachho ko linguistic ka coaching bhi doge. Iske badle management tumhe idhar rehne ka permission deta hain. Thik hain aab? His mentor eyed him questioningly.

Daya's face glowed up in relaxation. Sure sir. He grinned.

Mujhe yakeen hain tum apna kaam bahat achhe se kar loge. Lekin beta ek baat bhul mat jana kabhi. Tumhara future iss Mamta Foundation me free service de ke social work karna nehi hain. Tumhara future hain bahar…. He looked from the open window. Udhar… pointing out the bright sunny vast clear sky. Udhar pahauchna hain tumhe Daya. Bahat bada… bahat khas. Jahan tum Mamta Foundation se aaye ho yeh identity nehi hoga tumhara. Tum desh ka sipahi ho… bahadur ek police wala ho, Daya sir ho…. yeh identity hona chahiye tumhara. Tumhe iss chote se jagah me rukna nehi. Ek saal kharab ho gaya, chalo thik hain. Tumhara tabiyat sahi nehi tha. Lekin iss pure saal tum apne aap ko aise tyar karoge, tumhe koi mat na de sake next year selection me. Thik? Raghubendra sir patted his back.

Aur haan… tumhara joh necessary chizen chahiye hoga… toothpaste, soap wagayra… tumhe bahat hi minimum ek amount milega uske liye har mahine. Baki tum joh free service doge ihan ke bachho ke liye… tumhara khana-pina-rahena sab ho jayega. Ok?

Daya nodded obediently.

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Ek saal ka intezaam ho gaya. Warna pata nehi main kahan jata itne bade sahar me, kya karta? A relax shade passed Daya's fair yet pale face.

Ek saal aur… main apna sapna pura kar ke hi rahunga. Joh bharosha sir ne mujh par kiye hain… mujhe unka maan rakhna hi hain. Daya tighten his jaw in determination and started packing his belongings to shift to the front side teacher's quarter as from then he was the drawing and linguistic trainer of Mamta Foundation, an orphanage home upto college level for boys and girls.

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Yaar tujhe aaj hi so jana tha? Aaj kitna maze ka din hain. Someone was complaining.

A young whitish boy rushed inside…. Hey Abhijeet, chal na… koshish toh kar. Yaar aaj junior cadres ka intro hain. Hum kitna kuch soch ke rakhe inn logo ke liye. Tu nehi rahega… maza nehi ayega.

Abhijeet slowly peeped out from blanket. Juniors ke intro ke liye main iss halat me jaun? Yaar udhar jana bahat dur ki baat… main itna sa bhi pillow se sir utha raha hoon toh chakkar aa raha hain. He told all very feebly.

Tch! someone sat beside him… tu nehi rahega Abhijeet. Hume achha nehi lag raha. Yaar yeh thore hi koi formalities hain? Yeh toh ek fun game hain. Har saal senior cadres juniors ka intro lete hain. Yeh sab hum bhi toh face kiya last year. Masti chor, isse jaan-pahechan bhi ho jata hain. Aur tu hi nehi aab rahe payega… kayse hoga bol?

Hum Shekhawat sir se request karen aaj ka program postpone karne ke liye? Whitish boy yelled.

Pagal ho tum log? Ek toh itna muskil se permission diye hain. Woh bhi sirf do ghante ka. Abhijeet told in muffled voice. Yaar, please don't waste your time. Main nehi jaa paa raha hoon toh kya? Tum log toh honge. Jao nah… He managed to say while coughing hardly.

Someone rubbed his head softly…. Bukhar bhi yeh kamwaqt…. Tujhe aaj hi sula diya! Tu raheta toh enjoyment bahat jada hota.

Abhijeet tried to smile. Again a fit of heavy cough attacked him.

Whitish boy looked at watch. Chalo yaar phir. Abhijeet tu aram kar. He unwantedly got up from Abhijeet's side. Dawai li hain… aab thora rest kar tu. Subha tak dekhna bukhar utar jayega tera.

Abhijeet nodded tiredly.

All the present senior trainee cadres surrounding their group mate Abhijeet's cot, of Mumbai Police, bid him bye and moved outside instructed him to take rest wishing for his quick recovery from fever…. For arranging the welcome party for their junior team… just entered the police training center, Mumbai, last day.

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Abhijeet was feeling very much thirsty. He slowly opened his eyes… fluttered his eyelids to clear his vision and noticed the empty hall as all other members of his group were in welcome party organized for their junior mates.

He searched for jug on his bed side table lying on cot but failed. Lastly with lots of efforts he somehow pulled his upper body and a sharp pain in his head jerked him badly. Maa! He cried out.

While panting heavily he managed to pour a little water in glass and attached it with his dry trembling lips.

Ahhh! A painful voice came from his throat and he again slumped down on bed grabbing his head. Abhijeet was literally in senseless condition due to high fever and immense headache… suddenly a melodious sound hit his eardrums….

Ruk jana nahin tu kahin haar ke

Kaanton pe chalke

Milenge saaye bahar ke

Ruk jana nahin tu kahin haar ke

Kaanton pe chalke

Milenge saaye bahar ke

O raahi, o raahi…..

Sooraj dekh ruk gaya hain

Tere aage jhuk gaya hain

Sooraj dekh ruk gaya hain

Tere aage jhuk gaya hain

Jab kabhi aise koi mastana

Nikle hai apni dhun mein deewana

Shaam suhani ban jaate hain

Din intezaar ke

O raahi, o raahi…

Sathi na karvan hai

Yeh tera imtihaan hai

Sathi na karvan hai

Yeh tera imtihaan hain

Yoon hi chala chal dil ke sahare

Karti hai manzil tujhko ishare

Dekh kahin koi rok nahin le

Tujhko pukaar ke

O raahi, o raahi…..

Ruk jana nahin tu kahin haar ke

Kaanton pe chalke

Milenge saaye ahar ke

O raahi, o raahi…..

Nain aansu jo liye hain

Yeh raahon ke diye hain

Nain aansu jo liye hain

Yeh raahon ke diye hain

Logon ko unka sab kuch deke

Tu to chala tha sapne hi leke

Koi nahin to tere apne hain

Sapne yeh pyaar ke

O raahi, o raahi…..

Ruk jana nahin tu kahin haar ke

Kaanton pe chalke

Milenge saaye ahar ke

O raahi, o raahi…

Initially Abhijeet irritated to his core for this unwanted noise… but gradually he felt a peace, a strange soothing magical charm in that deep calm voice and unknowingly dozed off.

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Aab kaysa feel kar raha hain Abhijeet? Tu so raha tha… iss liye subha humne tujhe jagaya bhi nehi. Aur Shekhawat sir tujhe aaj chutti bhi diye hain. A co-trainee of Abhijeet informed him politely.

Abhijeet tried to sit first on his bed…. Felt still a mild headache but ignored. Thik hoon aab. Pehele se bahat behtar hoon. He flashed a smile.

Someone checked his forehead… hmm. Aab bukhar utar gaya tera. Warna aaj hospital le jane ko keh diya Shekhawat sir ne.

Maine tum logo ko kaha yaar pahele hi, mamuli sa viral fever tha. Sab ke sab padheshan ho rahe the. Abhijeet told casually.

Bhae, kiun na padheshan hue hum? Akhir batch ka sab se tufaani cadre jo hain tu. Shooting me champion, code making aur breaking me mahir, the fittest boy…. Agar ladhkiyan bhi hoti idhar humare sath, tere pe sab ke sab lattu ho jati. Humara utna nasib kahan zanab! Someone dramatically presented all before him.

Abhijeet embarrassed but quickly overcome… Natak suj raha tujhe subha subha? Pure panch ghante ka session ke baad bhi tujh me masti kuch bacha hain! He lightly punched on speaker's tummy.

Aare aare ladhki se yaad aaya. Someone stepped closer to Abhijeet. Yaar, kal kya masti hua hain re! Tu toh so gaya tha… tujhe kal kuch bata nehi paye hum. Ek ladhka aaya. Naam kya pata? Guess. He eyed at Abhijeet.

Abhijeet gave him a confused look only. Earlier narrator cleared his doubt…. Daya! and started laughing madly.

Other present cadres in the room also joined their teammate.

Only Abhijeet was staring all silently.

Toh kya hua? Daya sirf ladhki ka naam ho sakta kya? Uske Maa-Baap ne rakhe honge yah phir grandparents. Tum log bhi nah… khishka hua…. Kisi ke naam ko le kar mazak nehi udhate. Banda naam yah surat se nehi, kaam se jana jana chahiye. He moved to washroom irritatingly.

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Daya was sitting at a corner of a big ground under a shady tree.

Ek saal dekhte hi dekhte kayse bit gaya. Bachpan se jahan raha… khana mile, na mile aash laga ke baytha rehta tha jahan do waqt ke roti ke liye…. kabhi ladh ke, kabhi chin ke, kabhi maar kha ke toh kabhi sirf rote hue jahan zindegi ke itne saal bitaya…. Aaj kayse sab kuch badal gaya. He sighed.

Abhi toh last year aisa hi ek din chup chup ke ro raha tha main humare orphanage ke room me. Kash mujhe last year selection test se pahele Malaria na hota… kal raat joh senior lag humare intro le rahe the… main bhi unke sath khara hota tab.

Something clicked in his mind. Sayad unme se kisi ko kuch hua hain. Sayad koi kal unme se kisi wajah se hamare intro me nehi aa paye. Tab hi na baari baari un logo me se koi na koi bahar kahin kuch dekhne ja raha tha.

He looked at sky… na jane aage ki zindegi me kya hain mera. Lekin itna toh tay hain… mujhe har haal me apna sapna pura karna hain, kayse bhi kar ke mujhe ihan se sir utha ke nikalna hain.

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Lekin kuch toh baat hain uss ladhki me. Abhijeet glared hard and the speaker bite his tongue… matlab uss Daya me. Kya awaz hain yaar!

Abhijeet relaxly laid down… tum log Indian Idol ka mini version rakhe the kya! Aisa plan kab bana?

Someone took a stool and sat beside Abhijeet's cot. Nehi yaar, humne bas uska 4th ancestor ka naam pucha.

Aain! Abhijeet laughed loud. Papa ke baad har koi dada ji ka naam jada se jada yaad rakhta hain. Chalo pardada ji ka naam sayad koi jaan sakta hain. Lekin 4th ancestor! He chuckled. Phir usne kya kiya?

Sidha surrender aur kya? Gadha hain bilkul, aare aise hi kuch bana ke hi bol deta. Hum kahan uska kundali nikal ke dekhne jata! Chahra uska dekhne layak tha. Itna sa ho gaya jhat se. Someone did some weird hand movement.

Aur tum log shuru ha gaye? Abhijeet gulped his medicine and kept back the water bottle.

Kuch purane dino ka gana gane ko kaha hum. The speaker got excited.

Yeh bhi koi challenge hain! Abhijeet cut him.

Speaker neglected his taunt. And you know Abhijeet, he sings so well man! Hum bas shunte hi rahe gaye. Kya awaz hain uska! He rolled his eyes. Pura gana sahi se gaya usne… aur perfect sur bhi milaya. Jaise ki koi trained singer. Lekin he is amateur!

Chal, tum logo ko ullu bana ke nikal gaya ladhka. Abhijeet interrupted. Aur tujhe kahan se pata wo Daya sahi se pura gana gaya? Tu khud pura wordings janta hain?

His teammate didn't give up. Experience sir, experience! Ek saal bita liya hum. Itna toh chahra padhna aa gaya. Aur jis confidence ke sath wo gaa raha tha… koi nehi kahe sakta wo galat lyrics istemaal kar raha hoga. Aab trained yah sach me amateur yeh toh waqt hi batayega…. Humare center me occasion kam padh gaya kya! He did a fi-five with Abhijeet.

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Cadres were on their daily running session suddenly someone dashed hard with Abhijeet and he misbalanced.

The culprit stopped immediately in fear. Without looking anywhere he pleaded…. Sir, galati ho gaya. Aage se aisa nehi hoga sir. Please Sir, Despandey sir se shikayat mat kijiyega. I am sorry sir!

Abhijeet stood up dusting his shorts and turned saying thik hain bhae, itna jada sorry hone ka zaroorat nehi. Aage se dhyan rakhna. Wayse bhi mujhe kuch his words stuck as he noticed the red face. Tum! he shouted in excitement.

Daya looked up and perplexed… tum!

Abhijeet grinned… naam tumhara? Mm.. mm… aare haan… tum… tum hi matlab wo Daya!

Daya only looked at him getting no head and tale.

Abhijeet again started running as well as Daya side by side.

While running, Abhijeet: tum hi matlab intro ke din gana gaya?

Daya uttered a small yes.

Abhijeet smiled. Sab ne tumhare gane ka bahat tariff ki. Sach me tum bahat achha gate ho.

Daya smiled shyly. Tumne bhi shuna? Lekin tum kiun nehi the udhar?

Abhijeet: mujhe bukhar charha tha. That's why I couldn't attain. Lekin humare hall tak tumhara awaz aa raha tha.

Mean time they entered into ground. So separated and joined their respective teams.

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Mujhe samajh nehi aa raha ek junior cadre ka itna himmat ek senior ko dhakka de aur wo bhi Abhijeet ko! Aur tu complain lagane se mana kar raha hain!

Haan kar raha hoon. Kiun ki discipline zaroori hain. Lekin torture nehi. Mujhe kuch bhi nehi hua hain. Aab agar junior ke badle tum logo me se hi koi mujhse takrate, aur mujhe annual sports se pahele chot lag jata…. tab main kya shikayat lagata sir se? Kya tum log bhi! Senior ho, iska matlab yeh nehi junior se kayse bhi pesh aaoge. Seniority ka matlab juniors ko dara dhamkake apne kabu me rakhna nehi. Unke guide banne ka koshish karo. Itna mehnat nehi karna padhega tab apna position banaye rakhne ke liye. Aur Daya mujhe dhakka mara hain, nehi? Toh complain karun yah nehi yeh bhi main hi tay karunga. Abhijeet went to collect his lunch made a face.

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Uss din ke liye thank you Abhijeet. Daya came and sat beside him.

Tum yeh thank you thank you khel agar bandh nehi karoge toh main zaroor ek strict senior ban jaunga. Aise hi tum mujhe baki junioron ke tarha sir bhi nehi bulate. Abhijeet teasingly grumbled.

Daya stopped. Wo… wo… main… Tumhe main pahele se janta hoon toh bas bula nehi pata… I mean sir bula… Nehi…

Abhijeet cut him laughing out. Its ok bhi. Tum mujhe sir agar bulate bhi, main hi mana karta. Rules hain har ek senior ko sir bulana… that's different. Lekin tum mujhe mat bulaya karo sir. It will feel very clumsy!

Daya: Training center me aaye hue teen mahine ke andar hi agar mere naam pe complain jata Shekhawat sir ke pass… he paused. Bas isi liye thank you bolna chahta hoon.

Tum humesha khud ko itna mamuli kiun samajhte ho Daya? Ek itna sa baat ko le kar kaii dino se padhe ho mere piche. Abhijeet chuckled. Tum itna achha sprinter ho. Itna achha awaz hain tumhara. Kuch toh khubiyan hain tumme joh ek linguistic lover police wala banne aaya. Toh thora style se raho! He laughed again.

Daya also joined him…. tumhe abhi bhi linguistic lover yaad hain!

Agar tum last year aaye hote hum aaj senior-junior nehi ban jate.

Daya smiled only in reply. Wayse tum nishana bahat achha lagate ho. Bahat tariff suna tumhara. Dekhta bhi hoon.

Abhijeet bowed humbly. Thank you. Mere khyal se iss saal sports me sabse tej sprinter tum hi banoge. Humare batch me se bhi koi itna tej nehi bhagta hain.

Daya: aur tum?

Abhijeet knitted his eyebrows…. Main? Mujhe tum toh dekhte ho subha. Tumhe beat karna iss mamle me mere bas ki baat nehi. Haan, main koshish karunga last na aane ka!

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Abhijeet was returning to their allotted room in the barrack holding a folded piece of paper and an envelope with a happy face, spotted a shadow at the center of the ground.

He looked at his watch…. Aab itni raat ko kaun ground me? Pura din yeh strict training… thak nehi gaya kya! He narrowed his eyes and noticed the outfit. Yeh toh koi cadre hain.

The shadow turned slight and Abhijeet shocked. Aain! Daya! Yeh itni raat gaye kya kar raha hain?

While thinking for a moment he started taking steps towards Daya, who was unknown about all and silently sat there resting his chin on his folded knees.

Abhijeet cleared his throat stood behind Daya and he turned in a jiffy. Looking Abhijeet at his back, he stood up hurriedly… tum ihan? Tu… tum kiun? Kya kar rahe ho?

Abhijeet fired back: tum kya kar rahe ho? Aise adhi raat ko kiun baythe ho idhar? Almost pura barrack soo gaya.

Itne saal baad bhi hamdardi. Hamdardi jatana iske khoon me hain sayad. Pandhra saal ke umar me bhi jaysa tha, aaj bhi waysa hi hain. Kiun isse baat karne ka galati kiya tu Daya? Aab padh gaya na piche! Daya was thinking all in his mind, Abhijeet slightly shook him. Maine kuch galat sawal puch liya kya? He paused for a moment. Punishment mila hain tumhe?

Daya irritated this time… tumhe kuch kaam nehi?

Abhijeet had taken aback… Aain!

Daya tried to polish his words… matlab tumhe nehi sona? Tum kya kar rahe ho itni raat ko?

Maa ne chitti bheji. Shekhawat sir ne bulaye the dene ke liye yeh…. He showed the paper. Yeh dekho. Main le kar wapas jaa raha tha. Phir tumhe dekha.

Toh phir jao. Idhar kya kaam tumhe? Daya hide his face other side.

Ise kya ho gaya? Aise ukhre ukhre baat kiun kar raha hain? Abhijeet was thinking. Pakka punishment mila hain. Sayad paheli baar, isi liye padheshan ho gaya hoga.

Kisne punishment ki aylaan kiya? Despandey sir yah phir Solanki sir? He asked softly.

Solanki sir… Daya muttered unknowingly.

Hey Bhagwan! Kab se baythe ho aise? Yeh Solanki sir bhi nah… itna kharoos! Abhijeet showed his concern unknowingly which again raised Daya's anger.

Afternoon session ke liye aaj do minute late ho gaya main. Iss liye Solanki sir dus baje tak idhar rukne ko kaha hain. Aur kuch janna tumhe? He rudely replied Abhijeet.

Abhijeet noticed the radium dial of his watch. My God! Daya! Matlab tum dinner kayse karoge? Kitchen tab tak bandh ho jayega. Tab kya wo toh abhi hi bandh ho chuka hain. Dus baje tak baythoge. Phir Solanki sir se permission loge. Aur bhukhe pet kayse so paoge tum?

Daya was boiling in anger with this unwanted caring glimpse of Abhijeet… wo main dekhunga. Tum jao, soo jao jake. Maa ki chitti padh li tum?

Abhijeet well noticed Daya's irritation and left.

Hush! Gaya. Har waqt hamdardi. Koi kaam-dhanda nehi ise. Paheli hi ehsaan kar rakha hain uss dhkke marne ka shikayat na laga ke. Aur aab bhi wohi jatane ka chakkar me tha. Achha hua, do baten shuna diya. Aab jaan chorega mera. Bacha hua do mahina iska zaldi bit jaye Bhagwan! Shanti milega mujhe… kab jayega yeh! Shaking hardly from his thought again Abhijeet called him… Dayaaa!

Daya tighten his closed eyes…. gosh! Phir se aa gaya.

He turned with a strict gesture.

But it's the time of his getting surprised.

Abhijeet handed over a dark colored shirt to him. Looking surroundings carefully he told in extreme low voice…. ise zaldi pehno aur pointed at a corner of high boundary of their barrack…. Udhar se bahar jao.

Daya perplexed.

Abhijeet pushed him… dekho mat. Main tumhara senior hoon. Ihan se bhagne ka aur punishment se bachne ka kaii sare tarika mujhe tumse behtar aata hain. Pichle derh saal se main yeh sab dekhte aa raha hoon.

But Daya seemed not satisfied with his explanation. Aaj hi dhoya main yeh shirt. Don't worry Daya. Ganda nehi hain. It made Daya smile.

But Abhijeet didn't notice his smiling eyes. Tumhe sahi se sayad ayega nehi. Main tum se uchai me bhi kam hoon aur patla bhi. Lekin koi baat nehi. Apna tee-shirt ke upar pahen lo… jaisa bhi ho, direct tumhara yeh safed uniform dikhega nehi. Aur uss kone se niklo tum. Kafi lamba ho, ek jump maroge aur tum bahar. Udhar se nikal ke do gali chorke bayen mudhna…. Ek thele wala baythta hain, roti-sabzi le kar. Aab nau-pandhra hua hain. Solanki sir dus baje se pahele idhar ayenge nehi. Tum fatafat jao aur pandhra-bees minute me khana kha kar wapas aa jao.

Daya was staring at him shockingly.

Abhijeet again requested him. Aise muh mat dekho mera. Jaaao. Main baythta hoon idhar. Agar koi dur se dekhe bhi samajh nehi payega tum nehi ho idhar.

He thought something… aare haan. Paysa nehi hain na tumhare pass? He stopped. Kayse hoga? Tum apna valet le kar pared me thore hi aaye the? Main bhi bhul gaya zaldi zaldi me paysa lana. Thik hain, tum ek kaam karo. Udhar likh dena apna naam. Hum trainees uss thele wale ka roj ka customer hain. Aay din koi na koi bhag ke udhar se khana kha kar aata hain. Sunday jab bahar jaoge, paysa de dena udhar.

Daya felt an unknown shiver in his body. He tried last time… main udhari ka nehi khata hoon.

Abhijeet dragged him to the boundary wall. Pata hain mujhe. Bako mat aur. Zaldi se jump maro. He forcefully made Daya worn his shirt. Apne mata-pita ka yeh achha wala sikh baad me yaad karna. Pura din itna jada tough training ke baad jab bhukhe pet nind nehi ayega tumhara aur phir se kal subha tum late ho gaye…. Tab humara parents ka yeh sab achha aur sachha wala sikh koi kaam nehi ayega.

Daya felt loss of words.

Abhijeet noticed his mad stair.

Kab tak dekhta rahoge mujhe? Pahele kabhi dekha nehi kya? He showed his watch to Daya. Panch minute gawa diye tum idhar hi. Aab jao bhi… bahat bhir rehta udhar. Phataphat do-char roti kha ke aa jao. Tab tak main proxy de deta hoon. There was something magical in his request that Daya followed his order without a single word.

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Daya was hurriedly gulping his last bite of roti mixing with spicy soya-bean curry, felt a sudden suffocation surrounding him. Aaj tak kisi ne mujhe ek niwala khana offer nehi kiya. Kisi ne bhi kabhi mujhe kaha nehi, Daya kha le. Ek ghut pani bhi koi nehi pucha. Aaj yeh anjaan ladhka punishment se bachane mere liye itna bada risk kayse le liya? Main toh phir bhi junior cadre hoon. Lekin Abhijeet? Wo toh kuch hi mahino me ihan se nikalne wala hain training khatam kar ke. Bahat achha performance bhi hain uska. Agar iss haal me wo mere liye pakra jayen toh career shuru hone se pahele hi wo black-listed ho sakta hain. Phir usne mere liye itna bada jokhim kiun uthaya! Kya yeh uska hamdardi hain? Mujh par taras kha raha hain? Mujhe toh wayse bhi adat hain. Pura pura din bina khana kha ke rehne ka. Lekin uske baton me aisa kya tha… main majboor ho gaya use itna bada risk me daal ke idhar bhag aane pe?

His heart knocked him: wo bhala kiun taras khayega tujh par? Use pata hi kya? Wo kahan se janega tu anath hain… tujhe ek raat kya… bachpan se ek ek, do do din continue bina khane se jine ka adat hain. Wo tujhe janta hain, bhale hi ihan tu uska junior hain. Lekin janta toh wo pahele se hi tujhe… uska kahan adat hain bukhe pet rehne ka? Tu janta nehi, jiske pass Maa hote hain use kabhi koi takleef nehi hota? Sayad iss liye use laga hoga, tu bhi bhukhe pet so nehi payega.

His trail of thought interrupted with an eager whisper… khana khaye ho?

Daya tilted his head like a hypnotized man.

Abhijeet relaxed: oh! Bach gaya. Main toh soch me padh gaya… tum late na kar do! Ek toh tumhe exact location bhi pata nehi tha uss thele wale ka aur phir waqt bhi jayse tufaan ke tarha nikal raha tha.

Daya carefully put off Abhijeet's shirt… thank you.

Phir se thank you? Irritation clearly felt in Abhijeet's voice. Yeh joh hain Solanki sir, bada kharoos admi hain, tumhe pata hain? Unka humesha main target hota hain, agar kisi ko wo punishment de… subha ho yah sham… timing yah phir task aisa dete hain ta ki uss cadre ka launch yah dinner zaroor skip ho jayen. Samajhme nehi aata khane ke sath unka itna kya dusmani! Subha toh ujalon me humesha manage nehi hota lekin agar raat ko koi unke hathon trapped hue, zaroor uss thele wale se khana kha leta hain.

Daya amazed: tum bhi?

Abhijeet in jovial tone… haan main bhi. He winked. Kya karun, ek-adh minute kabhi kabhi hazri me late ho jata hain. Lekin Solanki sir kabhi ek mauka chorte nehi. Yeh chupke bhagna, khana kha kar aana…. Yeh sab cadres ka secret hain. Aage se aisa mushibat phir kabhi aaye, bhukha mat raho. Pura din kitna bhagata hain yeh log… itna hard training…. sahi se khana bhi agar usme na mile…. He stopped abruptly.

Daya couldn't understand… kya hua?

Abhijeet put his finger on his lips…. Shhh! Koi aa raha hain. I think Solanki sir hi. Main chalta hoon. Tum jhat se bayth jao. He vanished within a second and Solanki sir appeared there almost at the same time.

Daya jerked badly… Abhijeet ka kaan… matlab, mujhe toh kuch sunai hi nehi diya. Use kahan se itna sure ho ke pata bhi chal gaya koi aa raha hain…. usne mujhe phir se ek baar safe kar di!


A/N: writer has no clear knowledge about police training academy…. Its rules and regulations. It's totally based on this weird head office's imagination. Please bear with all the odds :P

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